If I have to do another crunch, I swear I’m gonna…
Oh, hi! Didn’t see you there. What? Oh, don’t mind me, I was just ranting about crunches. You see, while I’ve tried to come up with a bunch of other things to do for the sake of variety and interest, the only things that I can do easily are crunches and girlie push-ups. I’m absolutely sick of both.
I try to alternate my “workouts,” if you can even call them that: crunches and sit-ups one day, stretching the next. Stretching seems like it should be easy, but you’d be astonished by how many poses are downright impossible when you have an immobilized ankle. Downward dog? Only with one foot. Sumo stretch? Nope, can’t balance.
I’ve crossed the line into official irreversible stir-craziness. I don’t think I even have words for the frustration that I feel when I see people running or riding bikes. I know that I’m getting closer to being set free from the boot, but standing in between today’s post and my next x-ray (11/17) is a somewhat daunting trip to Chicago and Milwaukee for networking meetings and the annual medical writers’ conference. Yes, that’s right: I’m taking this crunch-and-sit-up show on the road. I have no idea how I’m going to get around, but I’m trying to look on the bright side: when you don’t have to pack workout gear and you need nothing but left shoes, you have a lot more room in your luggage.